Thursday, September 11, 2008

I'm Pretty Sure This Is an Ancient Form of Torture

I'm going to need someone to remind me why I nurse because right now I can't think of ONE GOOD REASON to continue.

I am in the middle of my 3rd battle with mastitis since Jack was born. And this one is the worst of all so far. It is so bad that I am actually on vicodin, which means I really shouldn't go to work. BECAUSE OF NURSING. Is that not the most ridiculous thing you have ever heard?

Besides the pain (oh my goodness the pain!), it is really awkward to have to tell your boss, co-workers, and employees the actual reason why you aren't coming to work. I have just been saying that I am sick so I can avoid the embarrassment.

The hardest part is that I have to pump. I can't just decide to forget about nursing all together because that will just cause more problems. So I have to psych myself up for it and then suffer through the pain for as long as I can. All this for Jack. He better appreciate this when he is older. If he ever brings home a goth girl or something like that I am going to remind him about the time (or 3) that I suffered through mastitis just so he received the very best nutrition. That ought to work, right?

I also had to miss our last night of boot camp since I started the pain killers and antibiotics yesterday. I will just attend the first session of the next class (Monday) so I can see how much I improved in the number of sit ups and push ups I can do in 2 minutes since we started the class. I can report that I did not lose a single pound as a result of boot camp. I know that because I was weighed at the doctor's office yesterday and I was so confident that my weight would be lower. It wasn't. I am pretty disappointed in that but I know that I have lost inches and almost a clothes size, so I guess I gained some muscle. I also know that I am stronger and more energetic. So in the end, I guess it was worth it, but is sure would have been nice to lose some weight, too.